What if things weren’t so perfect

 

What if things weren’t so perfect
and your jeans were a little wash-faded
or your bed was left unmade just for a day
and your skin was allowed its flaws
your teeth its little asymmetries.

If just for a night you didn’t care
for what is right and only right
and you stayed up the whole night and
you slept through the whole day
because only now is when you’re alive.

Stay awake and look at the stars
and if they are hiding then look up
at the clouds cloaking night with rain
let your boots be dirty and let the dirt
fall upon your floors when you’re home.

What if you had a little too much coffee
and now your hands are jittery
your heart’s rhythm a little shaky
because just for a day you let go of the limits
imposed upon your soul by your mind.

What if just for a night you were alive
and you didn’t fret if you forgot your umbrella
and your hair frizzed from the rain
or your nail broke as you were tying your boot’s lace
and if your strings were a little mis-tuned.

What if you were human just for a day
and you let the pages of your books be a little frayed
your jewellery tarnished with the age of your time
what if you skipped laundry and wore that old shirt
that in the back of your closet remains.

What if just for a day you were real
unpolished and imperfect in a human way
if you let your past remain not as ghosts haunting
pain and sorrow daunting as hand in hand they fade
if just for a day you were handmade and real.